02.28.00
12.05.03

Dear God,
Thank you for giving me the chances and
abilities to learn things. And for conversations
with Sir and Alice and kitty-cats to
laugh at. And vibrators and a wild imagination.
And notebooks to write in.
Please help me be a better friend to
Andy, because I know he’s got a lot
going on but we don’t really talk very
much. I think he’s a lot more depressed
than he lets on, maybe more than he
knows.
Please help me be a less judgemental and more
patient person, both with myself and others.
Please help me to accept my parents as part of
my life, and to appreciate what they
are giving and doing for me without feeling like
I literally owe them my life. I know it’s
a lot to ask, but please help me to
stop wishing for them to die. I know it’s not
good, but sometimes it’s comforting.
Please help me make more friends at school-
thank you for getting to hang out with
Elizabeth. Thank you for all the things I’m
too used to to properly appreciate.
Sanguinely,
Shayna Maydela